The Ambassador class Enterprise-C sails slowly past the dignitaries here to watch the launch.
Without warning, a wormhole opens, swallowing the ship before disappearing with a sub-space burp.
Plans for the Enterprise-D get started....
To Boldly Go... (a Starfleet quest)
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The Ambassador class Enterprise-C sails slowly past the dignitaries here to watch the launch.
Without warning, a wormhole opens, swallowing the ship before disappearing with a sub-space burp.
Plans for the Enterprise-D get started....
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Of course we can afford them - the memorial is a new Enterprise.
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Aw, hell no, girlfriend!
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As do his rather fit crew.
Cute though the image may be, I doubt you would appreciate my writing about a passel of fabulous bunny-bois.Yeah, there are gay people out there.
You guys just don't write omakes about them
Oh my. Do they go sightseeing often?
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Speaking of teh gae
The initial Orion writeup (I can't remember if it was by Akuz or Iron Wolf) mentioned something about male homosexuality being extremely pervasive for Orions. Thinking on this more, I had the idea that maybe male Orions are mostly gay by default, and only attracted to women when exposed to pheromones.
The initial Orion writeup (I can't remember if it was by Akuz or Iron Wolf) mentioned something about male homosexuality being extremely pervasive for Orions. Thinking on this more, I had the idea that maybe male Orions are mostly gay by default, and only attracted to women when exposed to pheromones.
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I'm thinking more the opposite, actually.
The female pheromones became so powerful and ubiquitous that male heterosexuality just kind of atrophied.
AKuz
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I mean what would the evolutionary pressure be?
Maybe it's a way of regulating population to the environment? Giving the females of the species agency over when and where more kids happen?
Of course this would start drifting into weird BIOTRUSTHS and what not that I, for one, do not want to touch.
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When we're talking about xenopsychology that's really unavoidable.
Anyway, as for how Orion pheromones might have evolved we actually have something kinda similar in termites. Queens within the same colony fight a constant biochemical battle to control each other's fertility. If the pre-sapient ancestors of the Orions were cooperative breeders, this could have happened with them as well.
This would also mean that had evolution taken just a slightly different turn, the Orions could have easily ended up like the apiata. Maybe there were even some truly eusocial primate species on the Orion homeworld, before the hurq glassed it.
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...I'm not sure how to handle this idea tastefully.
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I imagine that to a male Orion, having your attraction to women being dictated by pheromones isn't any different than, say, a bisexual human male who is attracted to some women but not others, or who only feels interested in women sometimes.
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e: to be clear, it was always intended as another reflected of a very oppressive gender system and not something biological in nature, as it was with the Greeks and their incredible sexism.
This is based on Ancient Greek stuff, where one line of thought was that women satisfied 'base love' but only a fellow man could fully command your intellectual capacities and thus were capable of true love. This is clearly laid out in Pausanias' speech in the Symposium.
e: to be clear, it was always intended as another reflected of a very oppressive gender system and not something biological in nature, as it was with the Greeks and their incredible sexism.
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Omake - Six Dawn Hours: Prologue - AKuz
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Six Dawn Hours: Prologue.
Five days before the Sydraxian Spring, Banks of the Veloki River, Xias, Sydraxia
The Romulan Tal Shiar have a term for someone like Conductor Xelodie. They would call her an "Inflection Point" in the dispassionate language of their service. The Obsidian Order doesn't have the term; but they do recognize the concept when they see it. Both organizations would seek to control her; kill her if they couldn't be guaranteed of her loyalty. And it is very hard to trust someone riding the Inflection Point where sentiment can turn to revolt
"I'm not going to push for the promotion," she says to her walking companion, as they stroll along the banks of the Veloki river, the autumn twilight settling in over Xias; the Sydraxian capital.
The man almost barks his laughter, "What? They want you to be Orchestrator for the home fleet's entire marine contingent!" Captain Heliox tries to figure out a way to continue the conversation without calling his friend an idiot, "Think of everything you could do with those ships, the influence that you would have!"
"I could die." says Xelodie bluntly, "The last four months have seen five Orchestrators. Two assassinated by their subordinates, two were "retired" because they couldn't or wouldn't put down the shipyard strikes, and Keliad seems to have died entirely naturally of a stress-induced heart attack."
The Captain wills his hands still, "You could do a much better job than any of them, you know what Rexasodie would have wanted y-"
Xelodie cuts the man off halfway through his sentence, "Rexasodie is dead. I'm just some marine. She talked me into whipping her marines back into shape after Deva." She looks down the ancient brickwork embankment into the river, "After Lora I need whipping back into shape."
Xelodie slowly lowers herself onto the edge of the embankment, heels clicking against bricks, as she leans her hands back onto soft grass and stretches her long neck back to watch the shapes darting to and fro in the sky..
Captain Heliox commanded a department before Lora, now he commands a frigate, a move which hasn't dimmed at all his hunger for yet more authority in the slightest. He smiles encouragingly at his colleague as he settles in next to her with a small grunt of effort.
"Someone has to work to bring back the Fleet's Honour. Why not us?" He suppresses a hungry grin in the process of spreading across wickedly sharp teeth, "Rexasodie didn't have a monopoly on Honour. That was the point of everything that she said." He gives Xelodie a companionable smile as she turns back to face him, "She died at Lora, but our Honour didn't die with her. If we want to change something…" he shrugs, "...all we have to do is change it."
"What am I supposed to do with the next strike, then?" Xelodie shakes her head haughtily. "Follow orders and send marines riflebutt first into singing strikers?" Her eyes flare with anger, "Do I do nothing, like Orchestrator Xheck, and have some overzealous Lieutenant arrest me for treason?"
"What I'm saying is that we have a conspiracy of decent men and women. We don't want to fight, but could, say, prevent a massacre if it becomes necessary." His face is the very image of sincere compassion. "What do we do if the First Voice orders a ship to fire on protesters? Who is there to stop that, if not us?"
Xelodie looks shocked, long nails digging into the soil, "They would never. No Sydraxian could even think of-"
"What about the Cardassians? We see more Cardassian 'Advisors' every day. What if the Cardassian ambassador tells the First Voice to incinerate a couple thousand innocent civilians in the central amphitheater?" Heliox shows genuine anger as he plucks at the grass next to him, "Can you really tell me that a government who are so in the Cardassian pocket won't cave to the spoonhead's every murderous whim?"
He continues angrily, "How many of our comrades died because of Cardassian orders?" Heliox remembers an ignominious flight from Lora, the blood of his superiors figuratively covering his uniform as he held his ship and crew together with pure force of will alone, "How many more of us will die to sate Cardassian appetites?"
Heliox gestures angrily at a black tab on the armoured neckpiece of Xelodie's marine uniform, "We're talking about a high command that doesn't give one tired note about us. Wouldn't even issue a proper campaign tab for those of us that fought in Gabriel." He angrily sinks talons into the thick dirt beneath his hands, "They ignored us. No parades, no songs, nothing. They want to pretend that they never made any mistakes and to do that they decided to erase our efforts, our pain and our dead, as well."
Xelodie keeps her eyes on the skies above Xias, searching for something she couldn't articulate even if she wanted to, as her hands work at the red earth, "All right then. What of Starfleet?"
"The Federation?" Heliox laughs, "The Federation tried desperately not to fight us for a decade before they lost their patience and blew away most of our Fleet. If they really wanted to conquer us they would have moved in after Lora, not started a new war with the Licori."
Xelodie pulls a small rock free of the red soil without looking, "The Federation is also our best bet at prying ourselves free from the Cardassians." She throws the rock and watches it arc high into the air, before it plops into the river with only the smallest ripples. "We should play the two against each other, not take sides. Sydraxia for Sydraxians. No more alien entanglements." She leans back again as the stars begin to emerge in the night sky. "Leave the Gretarians alone, stop playing games with the Yrillians, stop listening to Cardassians or Federationers." She smiles. "A glorious age of peace and isolation."
"And to do that… You need to take this job." Heliox leans forward, "I have my frigate, you will have the fleet marines, Vecoax has command of the orbital station troops, Sekodie is second in command of the capital garrison. And every one of us with this black tab-" Helios pulls at the black tab around his neck that the Sydraxian Officers returning from Gabriel all wore in defiance of Hierarchy orders, "-knows someone that they trust not to stab them in the back for the government." He turns to look at the higher ranking woman. "If you decide to ignore an order from the Red Hierarchy…" His head tilts conspiratorially on a long neck, "Well, there are a lot of others inclined to do nothing against our consciences, either."
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Four Days before the Sydraxian Spring, Ballad of Hunters Orbital Yard, Sydraxia
Commander Tcheloc isn't an Inflection point. But he is proud to be a Naval Architect for the Sydraxian Hierarchy Fleet. Rain or shine, Ion storm or worker's strike, it is his job to integrate new technology from the Ashalla Pact into Sydraxian ships. A job that has gotten much harder now that he has to repair those ships from burnt out husks as well.
In fact his job has gotten so much more difficult lately that the Cardassian Central Command has graciously sent a team of Cardassian engineers to keep the Sydraxian shipyards humming along at maximum efficiency.
Gul Larkev, one such engineer, has done nothing but frown as he and a nameless aide with an unnerving half-smile follow Tcheloc on a tour of the Ballad of Hunters Orbital Yard in orbit of the Sydraxian capital..
"So as you can see our workers are keeping to the timetables," the Sydraxian officer maintains a carefully neutral face as he gestures around the fire control compartment that had been carved open by a beam strike from a Federation Dreadnought and had stayed that way until only two days prior, "And it seems that your fears of work slippages were groundless after all Gul Larkev."
"Indeed," says the Cardassian officer with a brusque nod, "Now then Tcheloc. About our ne-"
The scream that cuts off the Gul is filled with a level of pain that is matched only by its shocking brevity.
"CASUALTY. CASUALTY!" Screams one of the dock workers kneeling over the man that had been, until moments before, working next him, "GET THE ATTENDANT. NOW." He looks up briefly, scanning the work site, "AREA IS SAFE. GET THE ATTENDANT!"
Another worker dashes across the compartment, a scattered explosion of abandoned paperwork trailing behind her, as she screams for someone else to grab her equipment.
It's the work of mere moments for the first aid attendant to proclaim the worker dead. The empty staring eyes, blackened torso, and clawed hands without meat make a finding of death entirely too obvious.
It does take slightly longer, and shutdown of power to the entire section, for the shipyard workers to find the cause of that death.
"It's one of those Cardassian EPS relays." says one of the foremen a half hour later, carefully holding a scorched metal tube in gloved hands, "I told you-" He pauses angrily, husbanded body language reading of barely buried violence, "We all told you that we needed to use those Dylaarian conversion adaptors!"
The Cardassian Naval Engineer glowers over his Sydraxian counterparts shoulder, "The ship will work just fine with these installed. The costs we-"
"Yeah. I don't give a shit about that." Says the foreman, Mulxont, hotly, "Those adapters are to protect the poor bastards who have install and maintain the discordant things!" He turns to wave his free arm angrily at the entrance to the section the worker had died in and at the crowd of shocked workers standing around outside trying to find something meaningful in that moment, "Quetlo is dead because of your goddamn costs. This-"
"The costs and delays were deemed-" begins Tcheloc, cutting the shipyard worker off coldly, shifting his neck imperiously.
The Foreman pulls his own neck backwards in challenge, "You know what? We're done here until we get those Dylaarian adaptors in our hands. You want to play discordant games? We can play discordant games too."
There is a chorus of agreements from the slowly gathering crowd of increasingly angry shipyard workers who move to stand shoulder to shoulder together behind their foreman.
There is a brief moment of tension before the smiling Cardassian aide steps around his superior, "May I?" he asks cheerily, reaching for the burnt out EPS conduit section.
"I, yuh, yeah. Okay." says a suddenly confused and off balance foreman Mulxont.
The Cardassian hefts the lethal metal in his hands, testing the weight, and inspecting the blackened casing.
"What is? -what are…?"
"Gul?" says the smiling Cardassian, looking over his shoulder at Larkev.
The Gul merely tilts his head in a silent affirmative.
Mulxont watches carefully as the curious Cardassian lifts the piping up above his head to inspect it in the harsh shipboard lighting, "Hmm…. I see what you mean" says the Cardassian as he studies the heavy tubing.
Mulxont feels a brief moment of righteous vindication before the Cardassian cracks him on the forehead with the conduit; the heavy metal implement coming down swiftly in a perfectly aimed arc.
"Yes. You were right, foreman Mulxont. An accident waiting to happen." The smiling Cardassian says to Mulxont's unconscious and bleeding form before looking back up at the other Sydraxian workers, "We wouldn't want anymore accidents to happen would we?" he says as the pair of Sydraxian marines behind him unholster their sidearms.
There is a moment of shocked hesitation before the gathered workers begin to back away.
All except for the first aid attendant who timidly approaches Mulxont, low to the ground, almost on all fours, as soon as the smiling Cardassian gives her a quick nod.
"Yes. Best for all of us to get back to work. Don't you think?" the smiling Cardassian turns back to Larkev and Tcheloc, "I think you'll find that your people will still hit their daily quotas"
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Three days before the Sydraxian Spring, Cardassian Embassy, Xias, Sydraxia
Glinn Corac Miran mutters to himself as he makes the rounds of the Cardassian embassy's inner walls.
"I could be somewhere without rain and cold and ugly aliens. But no. Damn it Penelya."
Officially Central Command would never take out its frustrations on someone merely related to an officer that had humiliated them. And they would never send a younger cousin of an embarrassment to serve as part of the security contingent at one of the farthest flung and most miserable postings that the Union had.
They would never do that.
Never ever.
And yet here Corac stands outside one of the farthest flung and most miserable postings the Union has. At least he knew how to do his job.
"Miran to Damel." Miran pulled out a camera to record the unlocked gate in front of him, "Miran to Damel. Answer me."
"Food services division. Glinn Damel speaking. How may I help you -"
"Your people fucked up." Says Miran without ceremony, "The service gate is unlocked." He pauses for a moment to marshal his reserves of reserve, "Again."
"How do you know it was Food services? It could ha-" starts Glib Damel, smoothly.
"-Have been janitorial or facilities. Or even my own department." Miran finishes in annoyance, locking the side gate to the embassy, "It's your people! It is always your people! This gate was marked as secure by my people. And here it is. Unlocked." He resists the urge to kick the door, "Your people keep spoofing the lock so they can slip out and in without logging their trip with security."
"Lay off it Miran." The other man says with airy annoyance, "You know how long it takes to sign in and out. It's harmless. My people are out and back in a half hour. The gate looks locked to everyone. Besides there are cameras on the gate!"
So stupid.
Miran closes his eyes tightly for a moment.
If Damel wasn't a Legate's son.... Miran's fingers curl into his palms hard enough to leave marks.
Sometimes Corac wonders if everyone all the way up to the Ambassador himself were all exiled here because they were stupid or too slow to avoid the assignment.
"I'm logging the incident Damel. Don't let it happen again." Miran says before he cuts off the call before he had to listen to the Food Services Glinn whine at him some more.
As Glinn Miran stomps off on the rest of his inspection, boots crushing gravel mercilessly, he grumbles to himself because he knows Gul Darheel will just ignore the incident report again. Like any right thinking Cardassian the Gul wanted off Sydraxia and reprimanding a Legate's son was a good way to make enemies that would ignore his requests for reassignment.
Miran himself didn't care. He was here to do a job and stay alive. Not play politics. Which is why he was just about the only member of the security detachment that actually did his job. No one else cared to make sure that everything ran by the book, even the Gul officially in charge of Embassy security would rather rely on Miran to do all the work and spend his time sucking up to the politicians.
Glinn Miran finishes his loop of the embassy grounds and turns up the paved pathway leading into the Embassy deep in thought, his mind full of other tasks that he and only he will be taking care of during the rest of his shift, his only consolation being at least the Sydraxians knew how to keep a lid on their own people. State knows that he alone wouldn't be enough if it came down to Cardassian security alone.
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Two Days before the Sydraxian Spring, Office of the First Voice of the Sydraxian Hierarchy
Hierarch Calonix, First Voice of the Sydraxian Hierarchy has specifically asked that his aides and servants not interrupt him while he practices lyrics for the next meeting of the Sydraxian Symphony of Hierarchs..
And yet here he is again having to deal with trivial matters.
"I simply. Do not care. About shipyard supply issues, Composer Vailurix." He says with taloned hands covering his eyes in exasperation, "Take care of it. Industrial issues are the concern of you and your department. It's why you have a job."
"...Currently have a job," adds the First Voice after a moment of consideration.
"Well, yes, First Voice" says the senior Sydraxian bureaucrat, "However we require approval to import more Cardassian or Dylaarian technology for installation in our ships."
"We can make due with native industry" says the First Voice, one eye on the upcoming governmental agenda, "We always have"
"With all due respect First Voice. We have… outpaced our heavy industry capacity, we're already eating into the consumer market. Without additional Cardassian or Dylaarian imports, we are going to start seeing increased shortages in the streets soon. We already have problems with civilian unrest…"
The First Voice stands up, "Listen. Composer. I understand that you have concerns. But so do I..." he turns to look out the windows of his tastefully appointed office and down onto the courtyard outside the building that houses the Symphony of Hierarchs, "...there is a session of the Symphony coming up. This government cannot give any room to the factions that are asking for 'caution' and 'sensible realignments'. This government would fall." That his 'Fellow' Trierarch Asvoix, that bastard, is certainly is looking for chance to sink a dagger into Calonix's own back and make himself First Voice if given the chance is something Calonix doesn't add.
The First Voice steps back from the window, and turns his neck around to face the Composer "As the Composer in charge of domestic industry you must abhor chaos, yes?"
"Yes First Voice. The recent disruptions have played havoc with our timetables. We've had to conduct ourselves with great seriousness in maintaining pace with our directives." Says Vailurix, hands carefully clasped together in his lap.
"Then the fall of this Government would utterly destroy your timetables. It would be utter chaos. Heirarchs would have no direction. It would take months, years, for a new Triumvirate to reassert itself and in that time no one would have executive leadership. Even this current stressful situation is far preferable to the government falling and chaos reigning." Even worse is the possibility of the rabble getting it into their head that they might have a chance to take power if the Hierarchs turn to extended infighting.
The First Voice turns back to look out the window. It would be a disaster. The fall of the Red Hierarchy, or even a major realignment between the hierarchs would spell the end of everything the First Voice believes in.
"Do you want a government that allows expanded suffrage? Or elimination of the Hierarchs for a council of governors? You know that the Yellows are capable of both, whichever ensures their position. Or the Purple call for every Hierarch to be selected in a single way instead of by local traditions!" The First Voice sighs, "The Chorus amendment, the Valdancace question, the Sorenxie Protocols, the list of things at risk are endless."
The First Voice sits back down at his desk and assumes a sympathetic tone, "I understand that your department is facing issues. I sympathize I really do. But the current situation is too unstable, a confidence motion could come from any corner at any moment." He sighs, "There is an upcoming budget question coming up in two days." A major event, and the source of the First Voice's current distraction, "After that… I think we can quietly slip your department the spending that you need to acquire these." He waves a tablet the Composer gave him aimlessly as he tosses it back across his desk, "This government cannot look weak or dependent on outside aid while I'm on the stage of the Symphony and locked in combat with members of the opposition. We can't take that risk."
The Composer nods carefully and stands up, "I understand your position First Voice. We can… undertake programs to make due and tighten our belts due the necessity of supporting the current government during a time of uncertainty."
"Thank you Composer Vailurix. I can promise you that this current crisis will pass and when it does I can sign off on whatever you put in front of me"
"Yes First Voice."
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The Day before the Sydraxian Spring, Xias, Sydxraxia
"I'm sorry sirs?" says Felonix, owner and proprietor of 'Xias Harmonious Electronics.'
The Sydraxian policeman looks back at the woman behind from the Industry department briefly before repeating himself, "Due to the necessity of the current times of uncertainty we are going to have to confiscate your wares."
The small businessman's mouth works in incomprehension as his talons unconsciously sink into his wooden countertop, "I -I'llhavenothing!"
The bureaucrat steps forwards with a friendly and sympathetic smile on her face, "We're at war, and some of our people up there in orbit are getting hurt because they don't have all the tools they need to do their jobs properly." She tilts her neck forward in a sympathy display, "We will be compensating you with a government loan to restock your store later. But you have to do your patriotic duty. Our warriors are out their dying on your behalf, isn't this the least you can do support them?"
Felonix looks around helplessly at his store as the Industry department woman babbles on still trying to sell him on this robbery... Taxes have been going up, components kept getting harder for him to get his hands on… and now this?
But what can he do?
"...So, with all that in mind, our people will be here tomorrow to pick up all of these materials, please be kind to them and make sure that everything is properly boxed up before hand please?" the woman finishes smiling like a predator anticipating its next meal. Or a Cardassian. Not that many Felonix knows would be able to cut a fine distinction between a Cardassian and a predator.
Felonix just nods wordlessly as the Industry woman leaves; the policeman trailing behind her gives him a sympathetic look over his shoulder as he follows her out. There is, sadly, nothing he can do except follow orders.
The shop owner just stands behind his counter for a long moment, talons flexing, as absorbs the destruction of his entire livelihood at a stroke. Someone steps by him and pulls the plug out of the shop's signage and locks the door.
"I can't believe it," says his only daughter, Velonie, as she steps out from behind the door that leads to the back of the shop that also serves as their small and cozy home, "We have to do something!"
Felonix's mouth works for a moment, as he tries to find a way around the words on his tongue, "How. They're coming to take everything. We're doomed, we'll starve." He looks up at his daughter with a look of loss, "No. You. You can sign up with the Fleet. Like… your brother. But I'll starve" he looks down at legs that had been broken in an industrial accident decades ago and that had never healed properly, "They'll never take me, all I know is… fixing…" he starts to hyperventilate with an arrhythmic keening.
"Noo. Nooo daddy," his daughter comes close for a hug, "We'll figure something out. We did after mom died. And when.." he own voice catches at the memory of a brother who died in vacuum of Lora, "We'll figure something out."
As her father shuffles off to spend his night saying goodbye to his livelihood and boxing his life up for the convenience of bandits in air conditioned government offices, Velonie casts about the shop on a different errand.
If the government wants to steal once more from her family… she'll make sure that they don't have the opportunity to do so quietly.
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With only the Q4 Rat Race and possibly a Q4 GBZ update to go, I have a preliminary 2315 EOY audit:
Assumptions
- Starting off with EOY 2314 (where there are inconsistencies there, using the more detailed info as official source) edit: also using the fixed version with 1238br
- Laio is an affiliate, given historical precedence on unblocked 100+ relations
- The 2nd +15sr that the Selaya got this quarter still stands
- Crew replenishment of casualties can be delayed up to relaunch of repaired ship to avoid going into crew deficit this year without issue (expected crew deficit of 2.75 officers in Q2 until EOY annual income)
- SR deficit due to repairs are covered by the Council via an interest-free loan (or whatever equivalent in the Federation) without any political penalty until EOY annual income pays off the loan and eliminates the deficit
- As discussed in PM, Sol's 105br contribution should be fixed to be 95br to correspond with the actual 2310 budget increase and the computed annual incomes since 2310
Casualties (in Starfleet-led operations and incidents)
Standard Starfleet: O-9 E-12 T-9
Explorer Corps: O-0 E-1 T-1
Human: O-4 E-3 T-1
Tellarite: O-1 E-0 T-0
Rigellian: O-0 E-1 T-1
Ked Paddah: O-3 E-10 T-10
Career Casualties (in Starfleet-led operations and incidents)
Standard Starfleet: O-28 E-36 T-30
Explorer Corps: O-6 E-9 T-8
Human: O-4 E-3 T-1
Andorian: O-0 E-2 T-1
Tellarite: O-1 E-0 T-0
Amarki: O-0 E-1 T-2
Apiata: O-0 E-1 T-1
Rigellian: O-0 E-1 T-1
Ked Paddah: O-3 E-10 T-10
Total non-Explorer Corps: O-36 E-54 T-46
Total Starfleet Ship Losses: 2 Excelsior, 1 Constellation, 1 Centaur-A, 1 Centaur, 3 Miranda, 1 Oberth
Total Other Ship Losses (in Starfleet-led operations and incidents): 1 Miranda-A, 3 Orah
Ships Lost (in Starfleet-led operations and incidents)
USS Enterprise-B, Excelsior
USS Blizzard, Centaur-A
USS Thunderhead, Miranda
USS Suvek, Oberth
UES Shanghai, Miranda-A
KPS Wary, Orah
KPS Thoughtful, Orah
KPS Guarded, Orah
Ships Damaged (in Starfleet-led operations and incidents, excluding trivial damage that has no repair costs)
USS Hood, Constitution-B
USS Svai, Miranda
USS Sarek, Excelsior
USS Torbriel, Oberth
USS Renaissance, Renaissance
USS Endurance, Excelsior
USS Sojourner, Excelsior
UES Liberty, Excelsior
UES Jupiter, Constellation
TSS Nugruch, Miranda-A
TSS Lorch Krind, Miranda-A
RDS Yagad-Tich, Megatortoise
RDS Hadabat, Turtleship
KPS Protective, Egillah
KPS Alert, Orah
KPS Steady, Orah
KPS Foresight, Orah
KPS Vigilant, Almud
Ships Laid Down
2 Excelsior-A
1 Renaissance
Ships Crewed
3 Renaissance
2 Miranda-A
Ships Commissioned
USS Voshov, NCC-2015, Excelsior
Repair and Refit - USS Courageous, NCC-2003, Excelsior-A
USS Rru'adorr, NCC-2016, Excelsior
USS Pathfinder, NCC-2021, Excelsior
USS Sojourner, NCC-2022, Excelsior
USS Huascar, NCC-1752, Constitution-B
Refit - USS Intrepid, NCC-1657, Miranda-A
Refit - USS Eketha, NCC-1655, Miranda-A
Returned - USS Lion, NCC-1654, Miranda
Resource Stockpile
BR/yr: 830 + 25 = 855
SR/yr: 610 + 60 = 670
PP/yr: 136 - 3 + 7 = 140
RP/yr: 190 - 7 + 6 = 189
BR: 1238 - 950 + 105 + 855 = 1248
SR: 648 - 715 + 35 + 670 = 638
PP: 185 - 261 + 330 + 140 = 394
RP: 253 - 327 + 180 + 189 = 295
Personnel Pool
Standard Starfleet:
O/yr: 14.2 + 0.9 = 15.1
E/yr: 17.65 + 0.8 = 18.45
T/yr: 18.55 + 0.8 = 19.35
O: 12.25 - 19 + 4 + 15.1 = 12.35
E: 25.25 - 28 + 5 + 18.45 = 20.7
T: 18.65 - 16 + 6 + 19.35 = 28
Explorer Corps:
O/yr: 3.5 + 0 = 3.5
E/yr: 2.95 + 0 = 2.95
T/yr: 2.7 + 0 = 2.7
O: 4.25 - 0 + 6 + 3.5 = 13.75
E: 6.55 - 1 + 5 + 2.95 = 13.5
T: 7.25 - 1 + 5 + 2.7 = 13.95
Details in audit ledger spreadsheet: ToBoldlyGo Audit Ledger
edit: oops, forgot Blizzard being lost - fixed
With only the Q4 Rat Race and possibly a Q4 GBZ update to go, I have a preliminary 2315 EOY audit:
Assumptions
- Starting off with EOY 2314 (where there are inconsistencies there, using the more detailed info as official source) edit: also using the fixed version with 1238br
- Laio is an affiliate, given historical precedence on unblocked 100+ relations
- The 2nd +15sr that the Selaya got this quarter still stands
- Crew replenishment of casualties can be delayed up to relaunch of repaired ship to avoid going into crew deficit this year without issue (expected crew deficit of 2.75 officers in Q2 until EOY annual income)
- SR deficit due to repairs are covered by the Council via an interest-free loan (or whatever equivalent in the Federation) without any political penalty until EOY annual income pays off the loan and eliminates the deficit
- As discussed in PM, Sol's 105br contribution should be fixed to be 95br to correspond with the actual 2310 budget increase and the computed annual incomes since 2310
Casualties (in Starfleet-led operations and incidents)
Standard Starfleet: O-9 E-12 T-9
Explorer Corps: O-0 E-1 T-1
Human: O-4 E-3 T-1
Tellarite: O-1 E-0 T-0
Rigellian: O-0 E-1 T-1
Ked Paddah: O-3 E-10 T-10
Career Casualties (in Starfleet-led operations and incidents)
Standard Starfleet: O-28 E-36 T-30
Explorer Corps: O-6 E-9 T-8
Human: O-4 E-3 T-1
Andorian: O-0 E-2 T-1
Tellarite: O-1 E-0 T-0
Amarki: O-0 E-1 T-2
Apiata: O-0 E-1 T-1
Rigellian: O-0 E-1 T-1
Ked Paddah: O-3 E-10 T-10
Total non-Explorer Corps: O-36 E-54 T-46
Total Starfleet Ship Losses: 2 Excelsior, 1 Constellation, 1 Centaur-A, 1 Centaur, 3 Miranda, 1 Oberth
Total Other Ship Losses (in Starfleet-led operations and incidents): 1 Miranda-A, 3 Orah
Ships Lost (in Starfleet-led operations and incidents)
USS Enterprise-B, Excelsior
USS Blizzard, Centaur-A
USS Thunderhead, Miranda
USS Suvek, Oberth
UES Shanghai, Miranda-A
KPS Wary, Orah
KPS Thoughtful, Orah
KPS Guarded, Orah
Ships Damaged (in Starfleet-led operations and incidents, excluding trivial damage that has no repair costs)
USS Hood, Constitution-B
USS Svai, Miranda
USS Sarek, Excelsior
USS Torbriel, Oberth
USS Renaissance, Renaissance
USS Endurance, Excelsior
USS Sojourner, Excelsior
UES Liberty, Excelsior
UES Jupiter, Constellation
TSS Nugruch, Miranda-A
TSS Lorch Krind, Miranda-A
RDS Yagad-Tich, Megatortoise
RDS Hadabat, Turtleship
KPS Protective, Egillah
KPS Alert, Orah
KPS Steady, Orah
KPS Foresight, Orah
KPS Vigilant, Almud
Ships Laid Down
2 Excelsior-A
1 Renaissance
Ships Crewed
3 Renaissance
2 Miranda-A
Ships Commissioned
USS Voshov, NCC-2015, Excelsior
Repair and Refit - USS Courageous, NCC-2003, Excelsior-A
USS Rru'adorr, NCC-2016, Excelsior
USS Pathfinder, NCC-2021, Excelsior
USS Sojourner, NCC-2022, Excelsior
USS Huascar, NCC-1752, Constitution-B
Refit - USS Intrepid, NCC-1657, Miranda-A
Refit - USS Eketha, NCC-1655, Miranda-A
Returned - USS Lion, NCC-1654, Miranda
Resource Stockpile
BR/yr: 830 + 25 = 855
SR/yr: 610 + 60 = 670
PP/yr: 136 - 3 + 7 = 140
RP/yr: 190 - 7 + 6 = 189
BR: 1238 - 950 + 105 + 855 = 1248
SR: 648 - 715 + 35 + 670 = 638
PP: 185 - 261 + 330 + 140 = 394
RP: 253 - 327 + 180 + 189 = 295
Personnel Pool
Standard Starfleet:
O/yr: 14.2 + 0.9 = 15.1
E/yr: 17.65 + 0.8 = 18.45
T/yr: 18.55 + 0.8 = 19.35
O: 12.25 - 19 + 4 + 15.1 = 12.35
E: 25.25 - 28 + 5 + 18.45 = 20.7
T: 18.65 - 16 + 6 + 19.35 = 28
Explorer Corps:
O/yr: 3.5 + 0 = 3.5
E/yr: 2.95 + 0 = 2.95
T/yr: 2.7 + 0 = 2.7
O: 4.25 - 0 + 6 + 3.5 = 13.75
E: 6.55 - 1 + 5 + 2.95 = 13.5
T: 7.25 - 1 + 5 + 2.7 = 13.95
Details in audit ledger spreadsheet: ToBoldlyGo Audit Ledger
edit: oops, forgot Blizzard being lost - fixed
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- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
On the whole, I'd like to stick up for biology in situations like this, because it gives you a neutral way to describe what's happening and why. I mean, in real life it's been a tremendous boon for (to pick one random example) mentally ill poeple that the modern scientific consensus is something like "this mental illness is caused by biochemical anomalies in the brain" rather than "this mental illness is caused by a lack of willpower and grit, and an excess of demonic possession."
I think it wouldn't be ALL pheromones for Orions (unless a given woman deliberately goes far out of her way to expose a man to said pheromones). I also think that like (for example) ancient Greece, the relatively high rate of male bisexuality/homosexuality would be partly cultural. This was already alluded to in Iron Wolf's early "describe the Orions" omakes and I think it's pretty believable.
- Location
- Australia
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...that's a lot of damaged ships.
...that's a lot of damaged ships.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Yet, by comparison, relativity few ships actually destroyed and unrepairable.
lbmaian
a thirsty squirrel
- Location
- USA
I've also been compiling the battles in 2315 into that spreadsheet and aggregating some stats for them (battles, battle stats). Originally intended to audit the casualty numbers, but it shows some other interesting data. I intend to backfill the Biophage, Syndicate, and Gabriel campaigns into it later.
Fun facts:
The Federation and allies lost 17 O, 25 E, 21 T, and 8 ships (out of 58 that saw combat) during the war...
while the Licori lost 28 O, 52 E, 28 T, and13 14 ships/structures outright destroyed and 16 ships/structures captured (assuming that's what happens with disabled ships when battles are lost).
In terms of starship-grade resources, the war cost the Federation and allies a whopping 795br and 565sr. Starfleet is paying about 2/3rds of that - 465br and 405sr (edit: also, technically we can reduce the cost by 100br 60sr since the Excelsior-A refit aspect of the repairs arguably shouldn't count). That doesn't include mobilization economic costs, ground force costs, non-starship construction, and opportunity costs, which we don't have much visibility into. We have no info on Licori costs, but I'm pretty sure their costs dwarf ours by an order of magnitude.
Well, I'd say the new combat engine version met your goals
Fun facts:
The Federation and allies lost 17 O, 25 E, 21 T, and 8 ships (out of 58 that saw combat) during the war...
while the Licori lost 28 O, 52 E, 28 T, and
In terms of starship-grade resources, the war cost the Federation and allies a whopping 795br and 565sr. Starfleet is paying about 2/3rds of that - 465br and 405sr (edit: also, technically we can reduce the cost by 100br 60sr since the Excelsior-A refit aspect of the repairs arguably shouldn't count). That doesn't include mobilization economic costs, ground force costs, non-starship construction, and opportunity costs, which we don't have much visibility into. We have no info on Licori costs, but I'm pretty sure their costs dwarf ours by an order of magnitude.
Well, I'd say the new combat engine version met your goals
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- Location
- Patriarchova
Also, I'm sorry to keep bitching about this, but @OneirosTheWriter can you PLEASE clarify the cosmozoa thing? It's at the point where I can't understand what's happening at all.
2315.Q4 - Admiral Valentina Sousa
- Location
- Australia
Admiral Valentina Sousa
Born: Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brazil, 27 February, 2250
Academy Campus: San Francisco
2268 - Entered Academy
2272 - Graduated in Top Percentile, Commissioned as Ensign and assigned to USS Hood
2274 - Promoted to Lieutenant, JG
2275 - Commended for aiding negotiations on Shrantet III
2276 - Promoted to Lieutenant, assigned to USS Enterprise
2277 - Wounded during engagement with Orion pirates, commended for bravery during boarding actions
2278 - Promoted to Lieutenant-Commander, Assigned to USS Lexington
2281 - Promoted to Commander
2284 - Promoted to Captain, Assigned to command of USS Bon Vivant
2286 - Assigned to command of USS Hood
2288 - Promoted to Commodore, Assigned to Director, Starfleet Communications Command
2292 - Promoted to Rear Admiral, Assigned to Chief of Staff, Starfleet Operations
2295 - Promoted to Vice Admiral, Assigned to Director, Starfleet Operations
2299 - Takes Sabbatical
2302 - Returns from Sabbatical, assigned to Director, Starfleet Shipyard Operations
2308 - Oversees establishment of Utopia Planitia Fleet Yards
2311 - Promoted to Admiral, Assigned Commander, Starfleet
2312 - Oversees deployment of USS Stargazer with Kadeshi Fleet
2312 - Manages response to Bombing of Lironh
2313 - Manages Treaty of Celos
2313 - Oversees ratification of Apinae and Indoria
2313 - Manages entry to the Gabriel Expanse
2314 - Oversees the successful end to the Anti-Syndicate operation
2315 - Successfully manages Federation-Arcadian War
2315 - Retired
Sixty years ago there was a little farm girl who would sneak her way up to the top of the barn and look out at the stars and dream. Fifty years ago, there was a girl who would 'borrow' her parent's beat up '27 Ford hover-utility to a remote hilltop, turn off the lights, and lie on the hood as she watches the stars wheel by until the first breath of dawn chases them away. A few years later and that girl was a Cadet, marvelling at the legacies of Starfleet that San Francisco houses. And now after forty-three years as a commissioned officers, you are ready to go back home to those mountains outside Belo Horizonte. You want to breath that mountain air, to push away the cares of a galaxy hell-bent on going mad on a daily basis.
One last bit of paperwork sits on your desk: a routine authorisation for the Director of Shipyard Ops to sign into the Naval Registry a pair of new Mirandas. Considering that you spent more of your career in Shipyard Ops than any other posting, the symmetry amuses you.
Maybe you'll find your way out into space again, by either taking a trip, signing on to an outpost somewhere, even taking the helm of a civilian ship. Sure, you're a bit greyer now, but you'll always know your way around a starship. But for now you want the mountains, you want the trees. The last few years have been trying in ways you never envisioned possible. The successes, knowing you have helped liberate the Orions from the brutal Syndicate, seeing the launch of the Stargazer and her mission, the Treaty of Celos, the further expansion of the Explorer Corps, have been amazing. But when things turn ugly in this line of work, it can break a soul on the wheel.
It is beyond dispute that your predecessor, Admiral Kahurangi, left Starfleet in a far stronger position than when she first took her office. You wonder if they will say the same to you? Has the little girl from Brazil done the best she could? Deep down, you believe you have. The fact you do not have to pass on the crisis of the Arcadian mentats to another Admiral, holding back the Cardassians with their Treaty, it seems that finally, at the end of your time here, the threats are receding on every border.
The last authorisation is signed, the final piece of paperwork cleared away. You walk forth from the office and don't look back.
Hikaru Sulu is waiting for you, keys to a ground car in hand, along with another officer hanging up the communicator, Rinias ch'Vohlet.
"A job well done, Admiral," he says as you walk out.
"I want to think so," you reply.
"Admiral," chides Sulu. "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven." His face slowly splits into a broad smile. "For now, it is time to celebrate five decades of fine service. Come on, everyone will be waiting for us."
"Then lay in a course, Mr Sulu."
Born: Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brazil, 27 February, 2250
Academy Campus: San Francisco
2268 - Entered Academy
2272 - Graduated in Top Percentile, Commissioned as Ensign and assigned to USS Hood
2274 - Promoted to Lieutenant, JG
2275 - Commended for aiding negotiations on Shrantet III
2276 - Promoted to Lieutenant, assigned to USS Enterprise
2277 - Wounded during engagement with Orion pirates, commended for bravery during boarding actions
2278 - Promoted to Lieutenant-Commander, Assigned to USS Lexington
2281 - Promoted to Commander
2284 - Promoted to Captain, Assigned to command of USS Bon Vivant
2286 - Assigned to command of USS Hood
2288 - Promoted to Commodore, Assigned to Director, Starfleet Communications Command
2292 - Promoted to Rear Admiral, Assigned to Chief of Staff, Starfleet Operations
2295 - Promoted to Vice Admiral, Assigned to Director, Starfleet Operations
2299 - Takes Sabbatical
2302 - Returns from Sabbatical, assigned to Director, Starfleet Shipyard Operations
2308 - Oversees establishment of Utopia Planitia Fleet Yards
2311 - Promoted to Admiral, Assigned Commander, Starfleet
2312 - Oversees deployment of USS Stargazer with Kadeshi Fleet
2312 - Manages response to Bombing of Lironh
2313 - Manages Treaty of Celos
2313 - Oversees ratification of Apinae and Indoria
2313 - Manages entry to the Gabriel Expanse
2314 - Oversees the successful end to the Anti-Syndicate operation
2315 - Successfully manages Federation-Arcadian War
2315 - Retired
Sixty years ago there was a little farm girl who would sneak her way up to the top of the barn and look out at the stars and dream. Fifty years ago, there was a girl who would 'borrow' her parent's beat up '27 Ford hover-utility to a remote hilltop, turn off the lights, and lie on the hood as she watches the stars wheel by until the first breath of dawn chases them away. A few years later and that girl was a Cadet, marvelling at the legacies of Starfleet that San Francisco houses. And now after forty-three years as a commissioned officers, you are ready to go back home to those mountains outside Belo Horizonte. You want to breath that mountain air, to push away the cares of a galaxy hell-bent on going mad on a daily basis.
One last bit of paperwork sits on your desk: a routine authorisation for the Director of Shipyard Ops to sign into the Naval Registry a pair of new Mirandas. Considering that you spent more of your career in Shipyard Ops than any other posting, the symmetry amuses you.
Maybe you'll find your way out into space again, by either taking a trip, signing on to an outpost somewhere, even taking the helm of a civilian ship. Sure, you're a bit greyer now, but you'll always know your way around a starship. But for now you want the mountains, you want the trees. The last few years have been trying in ways you never envisioned possible. The successes, knowing you have helped liberate the Orions from the brutal Syndicate, seeing the launch of the Stargazer and her mission, the Treaty of Celos, the further expansion of the Explorer Corps, have been amazing. But when things turn ugly in this line of work, it can break a soul on the wheel.
It is beyond dispute that your predecessor, Admiral Kahurangi, left Starfleet in a far stronger position than when she first took her office. You wonder if they will say the same to you? Has the little girl from Brazil done the best she could? Deep down, you believe you have. The fact you do not have to pass on the crisis of the Arcadian mentats to another Admiral, holding back the Cardassians with their Treaty, it seems that finally, at the end of your time here, the threats are receding on every border.
The last authorisation is signed, the final piece of paperwork cleared away. You walk forth from the office and don't look back.
Hikaru Sulu is waiting for you, keys to a ground car in hand, along with another officer hanging up the communicator, Rinias ch'Vohlet.
"A job well done, Admiral," he says as you walk out.
"I want to think so," you reply.
"Admiral," chides Sulu. "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven." His face slowly splits into a broad smile. "For now, it is time to celebrate five decades of fine service. Come on, everyone will be waiting for us."
"Then lay in a course, Mr Sulu."
- Location
- Australia
I like big crystal monsters and cannot lie, you other brothers can't deny, when a monster sails in with an itty bitty temper and giant teeth in your face you get chomped!
